PULSE [H.S]

069

Pizza is a circle. Pizza is my life. Pizza is the circle of life. — Ed Sheeran

It was Niall's idea to make pizzas tonight, but somehow Harry and I are the ones buying all of the ingredients.

It's weird being with Harry in a grocery store. It feels too ordinary to be shopping for groceries, and Harry is anything but ordinary. I have a hard time imagining him doing anything normal.

We usually take turns going grocery shopping, but we decided to go together this time since we were both around. I'm excited for tonight, we don't hang out with Niall or Pen enough.

"Anything you want for dinner this week?" Harry asks me as we stroll the produce section. We grab the basics, onions, lettuce, tomatoes, and apples.

I say, "Maybe salmon?"

He nods, and after produce he picks up some salmon strips from the seafood market. I could see this being the rest of my life, doing normal things with him.

I watch him order the salmon and admire the way he talks with such confidence and authority. When he grabs the salmon from the man behind the counter, I see his back muscles flex through his black t-shirt.

Harry says, "Got a staring problem today, baby?"

"Always with you." I wink back, and he laughs.

We get the ingredients for making pizza, including some dough, sauce, cheese, and various toppings. I'm not sure why we aren't just ordering pizza, but I guess it does seem fun to be able to make our own. As long as I'm not in charge of the oven.

I say, "Can we get some cat food while we're here?"

Harry and I wonder over to the pet aisle, which I'm sure is a place he never thought he would be frequenting. He picks up a bag of food, putting it in the cart.

I say, "Harry, that's the most expensive kind. She doesn't need that, get the store brand."

"It says it's better for her," he says, pointing to a phrase on the bag that reads, '99% more nutrients.' I shake my head, and he says, "Do I need to remind you that she spent most of her life eating garbage?"

I roll my eyes, smiling. "You spoil her."

He gets closer to me, putting his hands on my waist. He says, "What's wrong with me spoiling my girls?"

I grin at him, my heart pounding as he calls us 'his girls.'

He leans down, pressing a sweet kiss on my lips. He runs to get some protein powder from across the store while I get some frozen stuff for us.

I'm trying to reach something from the top shelf, which is almost impossible for short people like me, when a hand leans over me, grabbing the bag of frozen berries. The hand holds it out for me.

I say, "Thank yo—"

I freeze, my eyes landing on a spiderweb tattoo right on the side of his neck. I'd recognize that tattoo anywhere. When I look up to meet his gaze, his face is frightening and full of evil.

I step away from him, my eyes scanning the aisle for any signs of Harry. The guy laughs, "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanted to check in on you."

"What do you want?" I hiss. An older woman enters the aisle, and I relax slightly. He wouldn't hurt me when there are other eyes around...right?

The guy says lowly, "You two seem to have gotten pretty serious, huh? You really know how to sleep your way around the ranks, don't you? Aaron, now H. Who's next, Elias?"